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MOTY (feat. VV Preemo) Video (MV)




Performed By: YBK V Dolce
Language: English
Length: 3:32
Written by: Edgar Magaña, Jose Pulido




YBK V Dolce - MOTY (feat. VV Preemo) Lyrics




Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
How you been doin', yeah? I just been countin' them racks, yeah
Who you been screwin', yeah? I just be breakin' they backs, yeah
Why keep it too lit, yeah? Let them know young niggas strapped, yeah

Why pop a Perky, yeah? For to get my mind off the map, yeah
Why actin' stupid, yeah? Let em know I go full, yeah
Why keep an eight, nigga? I don't even be playin' pool, ayy
Why them niggas hate, nigga? I just be playin' it cool, ayy

Choppa gon' dislocate, yeah I just go pop me a fool
I'ma go and pop me a Perk I might go f*ck up a Molly
I might go f*ck up on Holly I'ma go ride in a Stoolie
She block me, she feel like a goalie They talkin' these niggas don't know me

Put on my song, I bet you that lil' bitch gon' blow me
Matter of fact, I'm better than niggas They don't wanna admit I'm better than niggas
When I hear they tracks, I'm tired, get better lil nigga
Like hop in the stew and do better lil nigga

We got more tools than all of your niggas I pull up with thirties and the bitch a baretta yeah
Ayy, yeah, let's get one thing here clear
Dolce the man of the year Dolce the man of the year
Dolce the man of the month Dolce the man of the day

Nigga, I'm man of the hour Two bitches, they lookin' like powder
Drippin' like water Do that lil' thing, lil' bitch that I taught you
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Hold up

How you been doin', yeah? I just been countin' them racks, yeah
Who you been screwin', yeah? I just be breakin' they backs, yeah
Ayy, why keep it too lit, yeah? Let them know young niggas strapped, yeah
Ayy, why pop a perky, yeah? For to get my mind off the map

Get all this guala in any condition, bitch
I got that glocky, bitch, I'm on a mission
My yungins' kick on the street, like I need commission, That choppa gone pull up good riddance , I don't give a f*ck about that bitch

I pull up with choppers, them motherf*ckers hit at your liver
I don't give a f*ck about your sister
That Choppa gone pull, I got all these vitamins all in my system
I'm off a Perc, Took off like Missile

I got a button it hit on my pistol
I don't give a f*ck about that shit, bitch
I pull up with choppers, then motherf*ckers hitting correct
I'm pullin' up with these checks, I'm pullin' up just to flex

Im counting these checks, what you finna do for the bet
What you finna do for the Benz? I got all my friends
I'm pullin' out of the tent, I'm pullin' I just done bent
I just go bend on the corner, choppa a pull up, you sorry

I don't give a f*ck about the story
I pull up money, I got all this money
That motherf*cka blue, but this ain't no monopoly
This is that Beamer thang what you thought about it

If it ain't bout that money, we ain't talkin' bout it
I got that thang, I can't brag bout it
Pour me up a cup, it got me out my body
President's bills, I'm droppin' dead bodies

Chasin' a mill, cuffing my pockets
Trippin' All on the kid
But they was still watchin
I pull up with Gattis, I pull up Lil gotit

Tracers all up on the tips
They chase you, they chase you, they chase you Bentley Bentayga, I hate you
What you gon' do we disgrace
What you gon', do with the apes
I'm kickin' it round' rockin bale
I'm kickin' it, rockin', gettin' paid
I'm kickin' it, rockin', gettin' paid

I've been out the states
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
How you been doin', yeah? I just been countin' them racks, yeah
Who you been screwin', yeah? I just be breakin' they backs, yeah
Why keep it too lit, yeah? Let them know young niggas strapped, yeah

Why pop a Perky, yeah? For to get my mind off the map, yeah
Why actin' stupid, yeah? Let em know I go full, yeah
Why keep an eight, nigga? I don't even be playin' pool, ayy
Why them niggas hate, nigga? I just be playin' it cool, ayy

Choppa gon' dislocate, yeah I just go pop me a fool
I'ma go and pop me a Perk I might go f*ck up a Molly
I might go f*ck up on Holly I'ma go ride in a Stoolie
She block me, she feel like a goalie They talkin' these niggas don't know me

Put on my song, I bet you that lil' bitch gon' blow me
Matter of fact, I'm better than niggas They don't wanna admit I'm better than niggas
When I hear they tracks, I'm tired, get better lil nigga
Like hop in the stew and do better lil nigga

We got more tools than all of your niggas I pull up with thirties and the bitch a baretta yeah
Ayy, yeah, let's get one thing here clear
Dolce the man of the year Dolce the man of the year
Dolce the man of the month Dolce the man of the day

Nigga, I'm man of the hour Two bitches, they lookin' like powder
Drippin' like water Do that lil' thing, lil' bitch that I taught you
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Hold up

How you been doin', yeah? I just been countin' them racks, yeah
Who you been screwin', yeah? I just be breakin' they backs, yeah
Ayy, why keep it too lit, yeah? Let them know young niggas strapped, yeah
Ayy, why pop a perky, yeah? For to get my mind off the map

Get all this guala in any condition, bitch
I got that glocky, bitch, I'm on a mission
My yungins' kick on the street, like I need commission, That choppa gone pull up good riddance , I don't give a f*ck about that bitch

I pull up with choppers, them motherf*ckers hit at your liver
I don't give a f*ck about your sister
That Choppa gone pull, I got all these vitamins all in my system
I'm off a Perc, Took off like Missile

I got a button it hit on my pistol
I don't give a f*ck about that shit, bitch
I pull up with choppers, then motherf*ckers hitting correct
I'm pullin' up with these checks, I'm pullin' up just to flex

Im counting these checks, what you finna do for the bet
What you finna do for the Benz? I got all my friends
I'm pullin' out of the tent, I'm pullin' I just done bent
I just go bend on the corner, choppa a pull up, you sorry

I don't give a f*ck about the story
I pull up money, I got all this money
That motherf*cka blue, but this ain't no monopoly
This is that Beamer thang what you thought about it

If it ain't bout that money, we ain't talkin' bout it
I got that thang, I can't brag bout it
Pour me up a cup, it got me out my body
President's bills, I'm droppin' dead bodies

Chasin' a mill, cuffing my pockets
Trippin' All on the kid
But they was still watchin
I pull up with Gattis, I pull up Lil gotit

Tracers all up on the tips
They chase you, they chase you, they chase you Bentley Bentayga, I hate you
What you gon' do we disgrace
What you gon', do with the apes
I'm kickin' it round' rockin bale
I'm kickin' it, rockin', gettin' paid
I'm kickin' it, rockin', gettin' paid

I've been out the states
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Writer: Edgar Magaña, Jose Pulido
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